I have adopted this story from BlackSilkenKitty! This is the last chap that BlackSilkenKitty wrote. After this it will be my writing
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling. I've adopted this story from BlackSilkenKitty! It's hers! I'll try and follow her plot! This story follows years 1-5. I might borrow details from other fan fiction, but nothing major; don't get mad. I DO NOT own Harry Potter. I hope this is what I need to say to keep out of trouble. :)
Warnings: This is SLASH! Don't like don't read! It has Self-harm (cutting) manipulation, child abuse. It's not a happy story! Very sad!
Pairings: HD/DM or HP/LY (TR), HG/PP, BZ/GW (Ginny)
Summary: Dumbledore has played with Harry's life since Harry was born. Now that Dumbledore's Mistakes and Action are coming to haunt Harry what is he to do?
Only one more thing. (This is how BlackSilkenKitty wrote it)
ooo - changes completely.
iii - same time other place
sss - same place other time
aaa - same time and place; different person
"Bla…" - Speaking
'Bla…' - thought or mocking the word or even only to use a word for another one.
:Bla…: - Parseltongue
«Bla…» - written text, letter or latter on Harry 'speaking'… you'll know in latter chapters
Sickness From Within Chapter 12 (BlackSilkenKittys' Chap)
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The Malfoy's home wasn't a dark uncomfortable place, as many thought it to be. In fact it was actually more of a neutral ground in colours and objects than was to be expected from a dark family. Harry was impressed by it's simple and tasteful décor making the mansion very inviting indeed. Most of the walls were either in white or very light shades of bright colours and beige. The libraries as well as the studies in general had walls made of dark brown wood which Harry couldn't identify but gave the rooms a very homey and warm look that he surely wasn't expecting either. The décor of the home was very stylish, more related to nature than Harry had imagined. Vases of old china filled with Lobelia falling over the sides with ivy mixed into it made the décor in the main Hall and corridors. The walls, apart from paintings and portraits, had shelves hanging, with old dishes and Egyptian artefacts. Harry marvelled at the fresh beauty of it all as the owners of it lead him and the others to their respective rooms. And what a luck it was that the Malfoy's home was this appealing. This way he didn't have to worry about questions he didn't dare to ask.
"Harry? Are you alright with this?" the warm voice of Madeleine brought him out of his admiring of the old home and instead pay attention to the woman beside him.
"I'm a bit confused, Madeleine, I can't really understand much of this, but I trust you and Hermione."
Madeleine chuckled lowly, catching the attention of the Malfoy's and Hermione, and give Harry a very sweet smile that could make the most bitter days just a bit better.
"You really are a sweetheart. Now don't you worry. The Malfoy's aren't exactly what you think."
Harry wondered what Madeleine thought that he thought about the Malfoy's but discarded that as an unnecessary topic to brood about. Instead he could ponder on the reason for why he felt so passive when surely the fact that the Granger and the Malfoy's didn't hate each other was an indication for the tumbling down of Harry's world as he knew it to be now. Maybe he shouldn't have drank that cup of tea Hermione so kindly offered before departing.
"Will you explain it to me?" questioned Harry in a low voice before realizing it had been a question and taking a panicky look at Madeleine who only smiled at him then looking fast ahead as they drew nearer to their wing (or so they were told).
"Yes Harry, in time I will."
Harry sighed and scratched his head where he knew his ears were hidden beneath yet another glamour. The complete silence of the house unnerved him and made him wonder if anyone else was in the house apart from their little group. What about house elves, pets, talking portraits, anything? But apart from the hushed whispers of the hosts –"And you're sure that's what you want?" "Yeah"- and their footsteps nothing was heard.
"Here we are then, Madeleine. This is your quarters. I'll come by later to talk. Dinner is at nine p.m. and breakfast at eight a.m." said Mrs. Malfoy opening a door for Madeleine. Hermione's mother send a fleeting smile which lingered on both Harry and Hermione then gave a short nod and went into her room. Suddenly Harry felt a bit more cold and alone and gripped Hermione's hand. She sighed but smiled at Harry, squeezing his hand who then squeezed back.
"Herm, did you slip something into my tea at the 'Leaky Caldron'?" it wasn't an aggressive question, more of a very interested question that hinted at nothing more than a bit of pouting on Harry's side. But the girl, none-the-less turned red and shrunk a bit into herself as if guilty and nodded. The hand though, stayed firmly in Harry's hand. "Thanks then, I guess." He said giving her a very sheepish grin. Hermione frowned but didn't say anything. In thoughts though, she was thinking that maybe it would of have been better if he'd thrown a tantrum or something of the sort.
Narcissa, in the meanwhile, had been listening in but stayed quiet as she lead the duo to Hermione's room. She was a bit worried, not only for her own safety because she didn't know what her Lord would do if Harry came in, in this state, but also for Harry's mental health. It wasn't normal for Children this young to be as impassive as he was, and it wasn't normal for a wizard child to be acting as he was. But she didn't know what had happened this summer, at Potters house. She had a feeling she'd find out soon.
As they arrived at Hermione's room Harry got more nervous and felt even more alone than before. To Harry this, of course, wasn't very pleasant. The silence still unnerved him but, as Hermione smiled at him and left into her rooms, conveniently next to a library where Mr. Malfoy also stayed, he noticed that the sound of now, three pairs of footsteps unnerved him even more that the disturbing deathly silence he'd noticed before. Maybe, he thought, just maybe the potion Hermione gave me is wearing off?
They walked along the Halls and he noticed just how far from the other rooms, those of Hermione and Madeleine, his own lay. His nervousness decided then to take a jump and make him nearly trip as he desperately looked over his shoulders to search for Hermione's door which he couldn't see. The panic he felt then was horrifying, chocking him and taking the breath from his lungs. He wanted back, wanted to go away, away from it all…
Through his panic he heard a silent shushing noise, two arms around his shoulders as well as a warm breath over his hair… he didn't know nor did he care who was hugging him… it was someone, something, something living and he wasn't alone. But that person was touching him… wasn't there something else? Something he should remember… something about before…
Harry jumped back in shock and shame.
"I'm sorry, I just, I didn't mean to, I just-"
"Shhhhh. It's ok Harry. I know you're afraid." Narcissa said and Harry frowned at the strange sound of her voice. Maybe it was normal that it came laced with a faint low ringing in his ears… maybe he was just going completely mental. Be it as it may, he didn't like it any more because of it. He wanted to leave this place, just to be alone and have the deafening silence surround him. His heart stopped racing and he stared silently at Narcissa, impassive and just slightly curious now… what was that ringing anyway, in her voice?
"I'm fine, thank you Mrs Malfoy." Even his own voice seemed strange to him. But that was a common occurrence in the last days. Maybe he really was going insane.
Draco Malfoy stared, but they made the rest of the way without further incidents as Harry got too busy staring at the pretty lights flittering through the halls, distracting him slightly from other things around him. A light blue string of light seemed to laugh at him and flitter ahead of him, circling Narcissa then resting nestled in her hair as she continued her way. It was peculiar, especially since she didn't seem to notice. These lights seemed to be everywhere and-
"Harry? We're here." The ringing voice of Narcissa cut him in his thoughts and the lights disappeared in a flash.
What was going on?
He nodded and looked at the door. The tension underlying in the air held a conversation of it's own, but Narcissa chose words instead of silence and coughed to catch his attention.
"Yes?" Narcissa nodded at Draco and he left too, to somewhere in the house, but Harry didn't really care. Some lights were starting to appear again, leaving him slightly mesmerized.
"Harry... I'm… I understand that you're very confused. And panicky too, as was obvious beforehand. I understand that. We'll try to get used to your stay here and I dearly hope you'll get used to us while you're here."
Harry nodded and bit his cheek trying to refrain from staring at the lights and instead staring at Mrs Malfoy, her blue eyes fixed on his green ones.
"I'll try Mrs Malfoy, Thank you, I'll really try getting used to the new developments but-"
"-you want answers."
Harry nodded and stared at Narcissa as another string of light wove though her hair without even stirring one out of its place. It was fascinating watching it, but Harry tried ignoring it.
"Yes, I know. You'll have to wait a bit more for that, alright dear?"
Harry nodded. What was there else to do? Protest? Demand for answers? That wasn't allowed, not here and nowhere else either… he wasn't allowed such things, it was unimaginable for him.
And with that Narcissa turned and made her way back the way she had come. Harry stood alone on a threshold to a completely unknown place, his only company the swirling, laughing lights.
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Harry's room was very warm and comfortable. The walls were made of a dark wood and most of the décor had been done in blue. Here too Lobelias hung from chains in front of the windows in small white pots. But other flowers, white, purple as well as a bit of yellow here and there, were found in the room. What it lacked in paintings, portraits and statues it had in flowers. The bed, queen-sized and way too big for him as well as too comfortable, had a light blue comforter and pillows the size of a dog. Harry took a glance at the window and at the two door to each side of the room. Strangely, considering the light in the rooms, since it was very bright, there were only two windows. A balcony and a smaller version of a balcony, that, sadly didn't lead out. Harry gave it only a glance and instantly claimed that spot as his own.
To his left there was a door, by one of the dressers which he opened. There was a not-huge-but-not-normal-either sized bathroom with a shower and a bath that looked more like a pool rather than a bathtub. Harry took an immediate liking to the privacy of it. Each element of the bathroom, even including the basin, were surrounded by a wooden wall. That, Harry thought, could come in very handy to not only hide is most private parts but also to uncurl his wings for a bit, later. As well as his ears.
As he then opened the latter door, there was a beautiful library, the books in it stowed in the shelves that would need at least a ladder and some stretching to get to. The upper floor, the stairs winding tightly around a corner he could see from the entrance, had some immense windows. It strangely reminded him of Dumbledore's office and while not as spacious as Dumbledore's and not as light, this library seemed just that more comfortable. There was a table, stretched out good ten feet along the wall to his right side and Harry noticed books flying to it, settling on the table and flipping to certain pages and then flying back to their places. He neared it and stared curiously, while wondering just what these books were doing, as a rather heavy book fell on the table and flipped open to it's first page.
Harry took the invitation, approaching, suddenly noticing the same lights, now a bit dulled, as he'd seen previously in the halls of Malfoy manor. He read the inscription 'Magic and it's Ways from the Beginning' on the books page to himself, when suddenly the book flipped around the pages and settled back down, having chosen a page that lay just a bit over the middle section of it.
"It's the table you know."
Harry's heart raced as he turned on his heals, expecting an attack or a blow or something, not the apologetic smile he got from Hermione.
"I'm sorry I startled you, but I couldn't resist. This manor is exciting! Have you seen the expanse of books they have? I mean, of course you have, you're in one of the libraries yourself, but… So much knowledge at our disposal!"
Harry chuckled and it felt awfully good. He couldn't understand why Hermione was so… so loyal. Why she stayed with him at all costs, but he was grateful… and this… this gushing of hers was just so typically Hermione he couldn't resist. He snickered and smiled at Hermione. Maybe, this wouldn't be as awful as he's first thought it would be.
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It didn't take long for –
Author's Note: That's the last of what BlackSilkenKitty wrote! I'll try to continue the story soon!
I adopted this story, and won't be changing the chapters that BlackSilkenKitty wrote! I only hope that I can do this story justice. If she ever decides to continue she just has to tell me so, and I'll give it back to her! Hope you all like the story!